Short javelin.

This sharp and heavy throwing weapon is extremely powerful at a distance of 20 meters, and with the long-term use and training of these bandits, it is basically accurate and sufficient, no less than the archers' archery skills.

Even if the group of enemies rushes fast, the short javelin can be used as a short spear.

Very convenient for actual weapons.

But now, a group of people are wielding short javelins.

I'm afraid that the first round of javelin rain can directly reimburse dozens of people, especially as the distance gets closer and closer, the power of the short javelin can also increase and increase, until it can kill with one hit!

The real world is no joke to be pierced into the body by this short, sharp javelin thicker than a thumb.

Bows and arrows with relatively small power can be lethal.

Not to mention a powerful short javelin!

The scene was quiet.

Only the campfire crackled and burned, and occasionally a small spark popped up.

There was silence in the makeshift camp, as if the mercenaries had fallen asleep, and even those who stood guard outside were already sleepy, leaning against each other, and standing staggeringly and crookedly.

Viscount Gibran, who touched him outside, all showed a look of contempt.

At this time, where they were, it was all on the edge of the farmland.

There are low shrubs and a few trees as shelter, and it is impossible to detect it for a while while it is night.

The group of people who are camping in this observation grain drying field is just right, not to mention that they are less than 300 meters apart, and if they want to take the opportunity to attack, they can ride their horses at any time and gallop directly over.

This sortie is all lightly armed, and equipment and the like are not the best protection.

Enough to deal with barbarians or ordinary mercenaries.

"Your Excellency."

Bertreum clenched the knight's sword.

Looking at the tent in front of him, he said in a deep voice: "I can't see the specific situation, maybe the group of barbarians is already asleep, after all, this is Avilésburg, and they naively think it's safe." ”

Viscount Gibran hesitated a little, and said in a slight tone: "It seems to be." ”

But he did not give the order to attack.

Instead, look ahead.

The other 3 big knights, seeing that their teacher was so cautious, also glanced at each other, and chose to hibernate for the time being, but in their hearts, they always felt that something was wrong.

Or rather... Fear!

That's right.

It's jealousy.

Outside the village, they swept past the campfire-filled makeshift camp, but nothing felt right.

Although I saw those who were wearing iron-clad armor and lazy, just like real mercenaries, lazily resting here and serving the night, I still couldn't let go of it.

It was too relaxed, and the guardrails of the group were too lax.

As the lord of this place.

Viscount Gibran didn't think that the security of Avilés would be so good that it didn't need much vigilance!

Especially when he looked into the depths of the makeshift camp, a stream of fear welled up in the depths of his soul, with a sense of timidity, and his soul trembled as he breathed.

"This feeling..."

Viscount Gibran was short of breath.

But his whole spirit became more and more excited: "It's really strange, this feeling used to be the fear I felt in despair during the bloody battle with the main force of the Silver Plate Kingdom ten years ago!" ”

He was as excited as a mighty lion who refused to accept his twilight years!

"Kill it!"

Viscount Gibran's eyes were slightly bloodshot.

A tyrannical emotion instantly appeared in his eyes, and at the same time, there was a red glow in his eyes, and even with his breath, the momentum of the whole person became tyrannical, fanatical, and even weird!

"Kill!"

The three students next to him responded instantly.

A bewitching red glow suddenly appeared in the eyes of the three of them, echoing with the eyes of Viscount Gibran in front of them, and even the momentum seemed to be condensed and turned into one.

Including the rear of the Brenlem and those knight squires, they all drew their long swords and turned on their horses.

The raid is about to begin!

The sound was slightly noisy, and in an instant, it turned into a crashing sound like a flood.

"Boom Boom-"

The sound of horses' hooves.

It was very clear in the silence of the night.

Even in the village of Nari, which was not far away, the cries of old people or children were heard, especially many figures swayed, and more militiamen poured out as the five horseback militiamen passed over to deliver the message.

With spears in hand, they formed a barely neat queue and pressed towards the grain drying ground.

"Kill!"

Viscount Gibran charged ahead.

A blood-red mist, mixed with a hint of rich black, permeated their charging figures, but it was not real in the night, but as long as they came into contact with this faint mist, the knight squires were flushed with red eyes.

And the negativity of madness, bloodthirstiness, tyranny, and the desire to slaughter everything!

"Kill!"

The knightly squires shouted and shouted.

But in their minds, there is still the reason of the past training, which keeps them in a tight queue.

It's just that when they had not yet charged into the temporary camp of the grain drying field, and there was still a gap of more than fifty meters, the sentry who was still on guard and seemed to be lazy suddenly disappeared.

The knights' squires had doubts in their minds, but they couldn't stop now.

Instead, it's ahead.

In the makeshift camp, figures appeared in the tent.

It's the Desert Bandits!

It's been prepared.

Directly threw the short javelin in his hand at the path of these knight squires.

With the strong sound of the "whoosh" wind, as if in slow motion, the knightly squires charged on their own, just in time to meet the short javelin rain, followed by a burst of neighing of people on their backs!

"Puff puff puff—"

Short javelins easily pierce chain mail or links.

The sharp spear head, combined with the throwing, and the reaction force of the cavalry when charging, almost made no armor and bones able to withstand the force of that moment, and even the entire human body was instantly penetrated by the short javelin.

The knightly squires who lined up in the traditional tight charging queue of the Principality of Lion fell forty or fifty people on the spot!

The front row was almost completely destroyed.

And the knight squires in the back row also failed to charge because of the corpses of their comrades in front and the chaotic herd of horses.

He continued to charge a few steps, but he could only turn his horse's head in front of the temporary camp and rush to the side, but as he descended, the desert bandits armed with short javelins became more and more.

And the whistling of the short javelin is as rough as the devil's grin.

The knightly squires have been dealt a fatal blow!

"Spread out!"

But Rolf's eyes were unusually heavy.

Looking at the path of the original charge, more than a dozen figures staggered to their feet in the pile of dead people, his eyes suddenly shrank, and he shouted at the elite of the surrounding desert bandits: "Retreat!" Retreat! ”

The state of the dozen or so people was extremely strange, but he knew that it was not a guy he could fight.

It has to be handed over to Lord Kant's side, those so-called lion knights!